Chapter 3: Submission to Slytherin

Submission to Slytherin

School Day later in the week.

Zyriel did not sexually dominate Hermione as much as she did at the Manor. In fact, she behaved as if the bet was like the one that Ginny had served. Sure, she made Hermione carry her books, and made her write down notes for her. She also made her serve her lunch, but she did not sexually dominate Hermione in public. She did charm Hermione’s underwear to vibrate on her clit throughout the day. She also made it so she could not cum if she had them on. Which was working the witch up something fierce. In fact, when Ron came to talk to her, worried about how she was doing, she had to do everything in her power not to jump his bones. Unfortunately for Ron, she was forbidden from pleasuring him.

“What did they do Hermione? Why did you bet her after what Ginny went through? I miss you. I am going over tonight to see if I can get you out of this. I do not know if I can handle a month of this.” Ron said.

Hermione immediately desperately, “No don’t Ron, it will make it worse. I am under an Unbreakable Vow. If I break it, I die.” She did not want to tell him the real reason, because if he came over Hermione’s face would be tongue deep into Zyriel’s pussy, or worse. She also knew Ron had no use to the Slytherins sexually so the curses that went his way would be meant to maim or kill. She did not want that for Ron. He was good at chess, and he was more than a decent dueler but against Zyriel he would be destroyed.

Around lunch time, Zyriel could see that Hermione was struggling. Her panties were constantly vibrating on her clit, driving her wild with desire. She could barely focus on anything else, and it was clear that she needed relief.

Smirking to herself, Zyriel decided it was time to have a little fun with her new slave. She walked over to Hermione and spoke in a low, commanding voice.

“Is something bothering you, my dear?” she asked.

Hermione bit her lip, trying to hold back the need building inside of her. “Please, Mistress,” she begged. “Can you make the panties stop? I cannot take it anymore. I need to cum so bad. I just want to cum!” Zyriel raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”, she teased. Hermione blushed but nodded frantically. “Yes, please Mistress!”

With a flick of her wand and a sly smile, Zyriel made the vibrations stop. Hermione felt relieved then blushed even deeper as she realized what had just happened.

Zyriel conjured up a bench and sat down, motioning for Hermione to join her. As the witch sat down next to her, Zyriel pointed to one of her shoes. “My shoes need cleaning, get to work slut,” she commanded.

Hermione hesitated for a moment before leaning down and placing a kiss on the top of Zyriel’s shoe. The leather was soft against her lips, and she could not help but feel aroused by such an act of submission.

Zyriel smirked at Hermione’s obedience and decided to push further. She lifted her foot up so that it rested on top of Hermione’s knee.

“Now lick it,” she ordered.

Hermione need for release pushed any negative thoughts aside. She leaned forward and began licking the leather with small strokes of her tongue. Even moaning slightly as her tongue slid against the arch of shoe.

“Tell me how much you love it when you do it.” Zyriel commanded in a soft voice. “mmm Thank you for letting me lick your shoes Mistress...” Hermione tried to sound convincing.

“I am so turned on when I lick you” Hermione said surprises herself how much the words were not far from the truth.

As time passed, Zyriel began toying with Hermione’s hair. “I am just counting the time until class is out so we can resume where we left off yesterday would you like that?”

Ron was placated earlier but by lunchtime he wanted to talk to her again about possible ways to get free that did not involve fighting. That was until he caught sight of Hermione licking Zyriel’s ankle and massaging her calf.

“What is the bloody hell is going on here!” Ron exclaimed like he just witnessed the worst thing ever. His girlfriend licking the foot of the woman who tormented his sister. Zyriel for her part tilted her foot and grinned at Ron. Almost to say, I got her now cuck.

“Ssshhh, Ron,” Zyriel hissed, waving a hand gently in front of her face. “You don’t want to disturb my little slut as she serves me. She is quite good at it.” Hermione’s lips brushed against the sensitive skin of Zyriel’s ankle, her eager tongue tracing the shape of a Gryffindor sock as she licked every inch. Her eyes were closed, and her face was a mix of bliss and desperation, savoring every taste on Zyriel’s skin. The scent of leather and sweat filled the air, adding to the intense atmosphere between them.

“Oh yes,” Zyriel purred, throwing her head back in pleasure as Hermione mirrored every move like a well-trained pet. “That is it, my pretty thing. Show me how much you enjoy serving your new Mistress.” She ran a finger along Hermione’s cheek and down to her chin, forcing her to look up at her with piercing eyes that held both dominance and desire. “Now suck on my heel,” Zyriel commanded softly enough that only Hermione could hear it.

Hermione opened her mouth wide, taking in one heel between her lips as if it were the most natural thing in the world - which for this moment, it truly was. She sucked gently while trying not to make any noise because she knew how much this would turn Ron on even more. The sound of flesh smacking against shoe echoed through the dining hall as if they were still having sex on the table earlier today.

“Enjoying your first days of servitude?” Zyriel asked with amusement. “This is just a taste of what you will be doing for me from now on.” As she spoke, she leaned forward and ran her hand through her hair.

Zyriel then looked at Ron smirking before saying, “Don’t worry she says my name when she cums now, or did you ever make her cum, did she fake her orgasms? I wonder? Not that much of a man; letting your woman be owned by your worst enemy. I have now topped your sister and your girl, and you can do is stand there with awful look upon your face.” Zyriel said taunting while Hermione let out an ill-timed moan of “how good her Mistress’s skin tastes”.

Ron’s face drained of color, and he could only stare at Hermione with a mixture of shock and pain. He felt helpless at that moment, knowing that his sister and his girlfriend both had been under this sinister woman’s control. He wanted to storm out of the room, to confront Zyriel and demand Hermione’s release from her bondage, but he knew it would be futile. Zyriel had him at a disadvantage.

Instead, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. “What do you want from her?” he asked quietly, his voice trembling. Zyriel laughed, a cruel, mocking sound that sent shivers down Ron’s spine. “Oh, sweet boy, you don’t want to know,” she whispered. “But for now, I want you to leave. She has more work to do, and I do not need her distracted. “Ron nodded slowly, swallowing hard as he fought back the tears that threatened to spill. He turned to leave, but not before casting one last look at Hermione. She was still on her knees, her face buried in Zyriel’s foot, her body trembling with pleasure and fear. He knew that this was not the end, but the beginning of a new and painful chapter in their lives.

Meanwhile, Hermione, her mind still foggy from Zyriel domination, eventually stopped sucking on her foot and looked up at her Mistress. “How long?” she whispered; her voice hoarse from the experience.

Zyriel stroked her cheek gently. “As long as it takes, my dear,” she murmured. “But worry not, for I am a generous Mistress. After all, you have been such a good girl today. I have a special treat for you.”

Hermione could not help but shiver at the thought. She had never been treated this way before, and the idea of being Zyriel’s slave made her feel both terrified and aroused.

As Zyriel smiled down at her, Hermione could not help but wonder what the future held. She had always been a loyal friend, but Zyriel Nyx seemed to have the power to bend her to her whims in ways she never thought possible. She did not know if she could live without being submissive, she found that the urge was much stronger than she realized.

Suddenly, Ron’s voice called out to her in head, and Hermione felt her heart race. She wanted to run to him, to tell him everything and beg for his help, but she knew that she could not. She was Zyriel’s for now, and she had to follow her new Mistress’s commands.

As she looked back at Zyriel, Hermione could not help but think of Ron. Zyriel must have read Hermione’s mind because she callously told Hermione, “Oh stop that slut. I know what you are thinking. Let me tell you. You are better off without that weak thing. He is not a man. A man would have challenged me on the spot and tried to win his woman back. He did not even offer to duel with me ... Pathetic. But what can I expect from a mug blood slut like yourself, no standards. You just went after the first pure blood that would fuck you, eh? But fret not I will give you all the Pureblood cock and pussy you will ever want, my sweet little bitch. You will be fucked by the right lot from now on.”

Hermione let out a shaky breath, feeling a mix of overwhelming emotions. Her heart ached for Ron, but she could not deny the intensifying pull she felt towards her Mistress.

“Yes, Mistress,” Hermione whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. This was it. She was becoming Zyriel’s now, and she feared there was no turning back.

Zyriel smiled gratifyingly at Hermione, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Good little girl,” she said, running her fingers through Hermione’s hair. “Now, I have a little assignment for you. I want you to follow me to my office near the University Quidditch Pitch locker rooms, and I’ll give you more instructions there.”

Hermione hesitated for a moment, but the desire to please her Mistress was too strong. She reluctantly stood up, her knees wobbling as she took the first few steps. Zyriel chuckled, enjoying the sight of her new toy struggling to obey.

As they walked towards Zyriel’s office, it turned out each Quidditch captain had their own office to manage their team. The new University was quite different than the school across the lake. Hermione could feel the weight of her newfound submission. The thought of being owned by this powerful and intimidating woman made her heart race with excitement and fear.

Inside Zyriel’s office, Hermione found herself surrounded by shelves of books, potions, and magical instruments. The air was thick with the scent of leather and ink. Hermione could not help but notice the pinup sexy pictures of Ginny Weasley posted on the walls. She must have taken them when she lost her bet to Zyriel. In the poster she was wearing a mockery of her Quidditch uniform. Instead of boots she wore high heel pumps, and the padded pants had been changed for nude stockings, and the shirt was a tie off. She was holding her broom like you would a stripper pole with her legs wrapped around the stick posing with her leg curled for the for the viewer. She was interrupted by her Mistress before she could look at the other pictures. Zyriel sat down at her desk and motioned for Hermione to kneel in front of her. “Good girl,” she said.

“Now I want you to crawl under this desk. You have pussy to worship, and I am in need of that lovely tongue. You do a good enough job I will let you cum, but if I think you are not doing your very best, I am afraid you are going to be very frustrated the next couple of days.”

Hermione was about to protest about not being her sex slave during school hours, but when the threat came of not being able to cum for two days. She nodded and said while panting, “Of Course Mistress. Hermione crawled under her desk and immediately slid her head in between her thighs.

Zyriel’s thighs closed around Hermione’s head as the witch crawled under the desk, her face meeting with a warm thong-clad pussy. The scent of her arousal filled Hermione’s nostrils, making her lightheaded. She parted her lips and took a tentative lick at Zyriel’s slit, tasting the mixture of sweat and arousal. She gasped as Zyriel let out a low moan, encouraging her to continue. Hermione began licking and sucking on her clit, eliciting more moans from Zyriel as she started to finger herself while watching Hermione work. Zyriel looked at the pin up of Ginny and started getting very excited about the prospect of having her as well.

Ron entered Zyriel’s office, his face turning red when he saw the provocative posters on the walls. “Bloody hell here too,” he exclaimed, pointing at the pinup of Ginny who was posing in a seductive manner.

Zyriel grinned evilly, knowing that she was about to give Ron the cucking of his life by fucking his girlfriend right in front of him. He motioned for Hermione to come out from under the desk and stand in front of her. She obeyed, her body still tingling from the intense pleasure she had just given her Mistress.

“Now, Hermione and I have some business to attend to,” Zyriel said, looking pointedly at Ron. “But don’t worry, you can stay and watch if you’d like.”

Ron clenched his fists but nodded, not wanting to cause any more trouble for himself or Hermione. She would die if she disobeyed her, and if he made it impossible for her to be Zyriel’s slave Hermione could die.

In total disregard to Ron, Zyriel pushed Hermione down onto all fours on the desk and pulled her dress up over her backside. She then slowly lowered her thong down to reveal her perfectly shaped ass to Ron. He could not help but stare as Zyriel traced her fingers over Hermione’s round cheeks before giving them a sharp slap.

“Ouch!” Hermione yelped, but it quickly turned into a moan as Zyriel began massaging her ass, spreading her cheeks apart to reveal her wet pussy between them.

Ron was mesmerized by the sight and could not resist reaching out to touch it. But before he could even make contact, Zyriel snapped at him with a warning look in her eyes.

“No touching without permission,” Zyriel scolded Ron as she cast a spell at him shouting, Petrificus Totalus. He was frozen in place, unable to move or even speak. All he could do was watch as Zyriel lowered her skirt and panties, exposing her pussy to him. She closed her eyes and concentrated, morphing a cock out of herself.

Ron’s mouth hung open in shock as he watched Zyriel’s new appendage grow bigger and longer. She reached down to stroke it, moaning softly as she did so. Hermione looked back at Ron with sympathy, knowing that he must be feeling a mix of jealousy and arousal.

As Ron stood there, frozen in disbelief, Hermione eagerly welcomed Zyriel’s advances. She moaned loudly as the woman pushed inside of her, savoring every moment. Ron could only watch, powerless and humiliated, as another woman pleasured his girlfriend.

Hermione’s moaned erotically the witch’s body writhed with pleasure as Zyriel skillfully thrust in and out of her, completely lost in the moment. Ron could not deny the intense arousal he felt from watching them, even as it tore him apart inside.

Hermione’s moans grew louder and more desperate as Zyriel thrust harder into her, hitting just the right spot. “Oh God, yes! Right there!” she cried out, gripping the edge of the desk in ecstasy. Zyriel began thrusting so hard into her that she stood on her tiptoes shortly after Hermione shouted unbated, “Oh fuck!!! Mistress Yes!” Hermione’s pussy gushed over Zyriel magical cock. Zyriel, not missing a beat let Hermione off the desk leaning forward and pulling a slow kiss from her slave.

As they shared a fiery kiss, Ron could only watch helplessly as Zyriel made Hermione climax multiple times. She turned to him with a wicked grin. “Looks like you can’t satisfy her like I can,” she taunted, her hand still buried between Hermione’s trembling thighs.

Ron could feel his arousal growing, despite the overwhelming sense of emasculation. He could not help wanting to join them. He felt so powerless twice when Hermione was taken right in front of him, and those moans of pleasure were real. She squirted for bloody sakes. He never made her do that.

Ron’s thoughts of inadequacies were interrupted by Zyriel grabbing his chin harshly and leaning in to lick his tears. He was so devastated by what he was forced to witness he did not fight when Zyriel took hold of his face.

“Now, now my little, Gryffincuck, I let you show up unannounced and watch twice, the next time you interrupt me you will join her as my slave. I suggest you take the loss and know that I am more adequate than you are. Now run along my little cuck. Time for you to cry elsewhere.” Zyriel mused as she took a panting Hermione out of the room. Hermione was too embarrassed to look back, content to just follow Hermione.

The Three Broomsticks

Ron left the dining hall in disbelief of what he had just seen. His love, his sister, and the latter, his girlfriend, were all being dominated by Zyriel Nyx. He felt powerless but knew he had to produce a plan to save them both. He tried not to panic and failed miserably as he heard moans coming from Zyriel’s office. He paced back and forth until he saw an opportunity present itself; one of the professor’s lessons got canceled due to magical flu season breaking out in Hogsmeade. Professor Flitwick was down for the count after drinking some overpriced butterbeer from the Three Broomsticks pub.

Ron thought about what he could do with this extra time before his next class, catching sight of Hermione’s books on the way to the room next door. He picked them up and looked for anything that could help him rescue his girl from this twisted game they were playing, eventually finding a spell that briefly gives someone else control over someone else if it was cast correctly. Ron did not know much about dark magic, but he was willing to try anything. Why did he do nothing? He screamed at himself! He could not bring himself to learn the Imperio curse. He was so weak. He had to think of something else.

Unfortunately, he could not think of anything. So, he decided to drink. He would spend the entire night back at the pub, by the time he was cut off he was stumbling about slurring his words saying that he challenges any Slytherin that would come his way. Zyriel let out an evil cackle when her fellow Slytherins went back to the manor to recount his behavior. The whole ordeal made Zyriel so hot she took Hermione back to her bedroom to dominate her some more.

Slytherin Manor

Zyriel’s bedroom

“Oh, fuck I am cumming! Fuck I cannot stop cumming!” Hermione screamed out in ecstasy. She stopped holding back her reactions the night before. She now had been thoroughly fucked by Zyriel and her damned morphed dick more times than she could count. She was being dicked down hard and was loving every second of it.

“Whose pussy is this?’ Zyriel growled out as she pounded into Hermione. Hermione who was in the process of squirting again yelled out, “Oh Holy Hell! Yours ... it is yours! I am still cumming! Fuck it feels so good do not stop!” Hermione moaned out. The witch’s legs were wrapped tightly around the hips of Zyriel who was slamming into her with a savage intensity. Hermione’s toes were curled so tight it looked like they were about to turn white.

“Take my cum bitch!!! Fucking Mugblood! I own you now!” Zyriel cruelly yelled out the room.

Zyriel laughed as she came, roughly pulling Hermione into a tight embrace. She could feel the softness of Hermione’s flesh and the warmth of her body beneath her. Hermione’s heart raced, her breath ragged, as she felt Zyriel’s entire body pressed against her own.

“Yes Mistress! Take my cunt! Fill me up with your nasty, lovely cum!” Hermione screamed, her pussy clenching around Zyriel’s thick, pulsating member. The force of the orgasms and pleasure she was feeling was overwhelming, and she knew she would never be the same after this night.

Zyriel growled, slamming her hips forward one last time, burying herself deep inside Hermione’s tight, wet pussy. She held herself there for a moment, the warmth and squeeze of the girl’s muscles milking her cock as she felt her own orgasm building.

“Do you feel my power flowing into you, Hermione?” Zyriel taunted. “You are mine now, and there is no going back.”

Hermione whimpered, feeling the hot liquid gushing into her, filling her up with Zyriel’s potent magic. “Yes, Mistress fuck! Please do not stop!”

“Good,” Zyriel sneered, “You are disgusting muggle-born filth. Take my cock like the cumdump you are!”

Hermione’s body was convulsing so hard that her nails had dug into her own thighs. She could feel herself about to climax, and she did not even care about the humiliation anymore. She wanted this release, no matter how much Zyriel forced her to beg for it.

“Well done, my pet,” Zyriel whispered into Hermione’s ear, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. “I truly do own you now, don’t I?”

She pulled away and looked into Hermione’s eyes, her gaze intense. Hermione could only nod, her eyes pleading for mercy or understanding or anything to break the spell that seemed to be slowly consuming her.

“Yes ... I love it Mistress. I have never come so hard in my life. Your cock is perfect” Hermione uttered out with bated breath.

In that moment, the door to the bedroom burst open, revealing Ron who had finally managed to force his way in. He stumbled forward, eyes blazing with fury and desperation.

“Why, you slut!” he yelled, barreling towards them. But before he could reach them, Zyriel raised her wand and unleashed a powerful spell that knocked him backward.

Hermione tried to rise to help Ron, but Zyriel held her tightly, her eyes burning with fierce determination. “Find someone else to save, Pet,” she sneered, her voice dark and menacing.

“For now, the two of you belong to me now.” Zyriel shot an angry glare toward Ron for interrupting his special time with her new bitch.

As Hermione watched in horror, Zyriel turned her attention back to Ron. “Consider this a warning, Weasley,” she said, her voice cold and calculated. “You should have kept your nose out of my affairs.”

Hermione could feel Ron’s hatred for Zyriel radiating from him, but she also sensed the fear that was eating away at him. He just witnessed in real life what he had been fearing all day since seeing his woman kiss the shoes of the bitch fucking her! He was going to kill this uppity evil cunt Ron thought, fueled by his drunken rage.

Ron fired a bolt at Zyriel as soon as he got up from the bolt fired at him. Zyriel ducked and cast a spell at Hermione, “Arresto Momentum”. Hermione froze in place, which froze Hermione in the most awkward pose. Zyriel had just pulled out of her which left he frozen in a pose, her legs splayed and cum leaking out of her pussy. Zyriel could not have sent a more humiliating picture to Ron.

Ron shot another bolt and hit Zyriel’s bedroom wall square. Each shot tearing into the structure. He was mad and shooting one bolt after another. Zyriel could only run and dodge and dive for cover. This happened for about a good minute or so, before Zyriel smirked at Hermione, as if to say, “watch this”. Hermione could only watch, as her man was about to fight the same woman who subdued her. He was angry, hurt, drunk, and she could do nothing to warn him. She wanted to get her wand and help. She could do nothing.

Zyriel and Ron faced off in a clash of wills, their anger palpable in the charged air between them. Zyriel’s voice dripped with contempt as she taunted Ron, “You are too late, Weasley. Your precious Hermione is mine now, and there is nothing you can do about it you bloody cuck!”

Ron gritted his teeth, his fists clenching as he shot back, “I’ll never let you get away with this, you twisted witch. You insulted my family for the last time!”

With a swift movement, Ron launched a spell towards Zyriel, who dodged it effortlessly, a smirk playing on her lips. “Is that the best you can do, Weasley? Pathetic, I intend to insult your very being for the rest of your days! You really fucked up coming here.” she mocked knowing that Ron was incredibly unbalanced with anger. He was not thinking clearly. Zyriel did not intend to let him learn from that mistake.

Undeterred, Ron continued his assault, each spell punctuating the air with crackling energy. Zyriel retaliated with precision, her own magic weaving through the room like a deadly dance. Her graceful body was akin to a fencing master parrying with an oaf. Ron was not even close to hitting her. She was much too quick. He even tried to punch her and hit nothing but air. He was outmatched.

The room trembled as the battle intensified, the force of their spells shaking the very foundations of the walls. Hermione, frozen in place by Zyriel’s command, could only watch helplessly as the two clashed in a whirlwind of power and fury.

“Stay out of this, mudblood,” Zyriel sneered as she deflected another spell from Ron before casting Arresto Momentum again freezing Hermione in place.

Ron’s voice dripped with defiance as he shouted back, “You’ll regret ever crossing me, Nyx. I’ll make sure of it.” but the conviction behind his threat was wavering. A fact that Zyriel did not miss.

Their magic crackled and clashed in a dazzling display of light and color, painting the room in an otherworldly glow. The smell of burnt wood and ozone filled the air as they continued their fierce exchange.

Zyriel’s laughter cut through the chaos as she managed to land a blow that sent Ron staggering back. “You’re no match for me, Weasley. Your pathetic attempts are futile, I was going to not worry about you as I only want your sister. But I guess you need a lesson too.” she taunted.

Ron staggered but regained his footing, determination blazing in his eyes as he retorted, “I won’t stop until I save Hermione from your clutches. You’ll bloody see!”

The fight raged on, each combatant pushing themselves to their limits. Spells flew back and forth with deadly accuracy, the intensity of their battle showing no signs of waning.

As they circled each other, their faces contorted in fierce concentration, Hermione strained against her invisible restraints, her heart pounding with fear and hope. She desperately wished for Ron to emerge victorious against the cruel sorceress who held her captive.

But just when it seemed like Ron might gain the upper hand, Zyriel unleashed a devastating Descendo spell that knocked him off balance and sent him crashing to the ground hard.

Then Zyriel really went to work, “Levioso, Descendo, <Crash> Levioso, Descendo <Crash> Levioso, Descendo <Crash>.

The evil witch kept lifting him up and slamming into the floor repeatedly until he stopped trying shoot spells at her.

Zyriel stood over him triumphantly, her expression twisted with malicious satisfaction. “This is where your foolishness leads you,” she declared coldly.

Hermione’s chest tightened with dread as she watched Ron struggle to rise once more, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She silently urged him on, willing him to find a way to break free from Zyriel’s grasp.

But before he could make another move, Alexandria Roorkwood sprinted in her nightgown and shot a spell at Ron calling out Petrificus Totalus! Ron stopped moving instantly. Zyriel frowned as her wand was glowing green from a curse that was about to be cast at Ron. Perhaps it was best Alexandria intervened. Although if she knew the situation she might not have. She was startled awake by the commotion and acted as if Ron was merely a burglar.

Hermione watched in shock as Zyriel emerged victorious from the barrage of spells, her smirk never faltering. “Fine, have it your way, Alexandria” Zyriel sneered at Ron. “You cannot escape your fate, Weasley. You interrupted my time with my bitch, and that will not be forgiven.”

With that, she looked back at Hermione and motioned for her to stand. “Come, pet,” she said softly, her voice laced with dark seduction. “Let me show you what happens when you cross me. You both of you belong to me now. I never owned a couple before. I am getting wet just thinking about it.” Zyriel uttered giving a contemplative look to Hermione as she thought about the prospect of having a couple together.

Hermione’s heart raced as she realized the gravity of the situation. Ron was in danger, and she had no choice but to follow Zyriel’s commands, but she felt a pang of guilt for her actions and the fear that had consumed her, but she knew that resistance was futile. She also knows that Ron was drunk when he initiated the fight with these evil women.

As they exited the bedroom, Hermione saw the damage Ron had caused to the room, the walls cracked, and the furniture shattered. She shuddered at what was going to happen. These bitches were full practitioners of the Dark Arts, and they had no problem killing him.

Hermione cried out in anguish at the loss of her ally and friend but was unable to move an inch from her frozen position. Zyriel loomed over her menacingly, her eyes gleaming with a dark triumph.